A/N: From what I read about Mighty Ducks: Game Changers, there were lots of things I would've liked, but definitely things I would not have.

What I like: a new generation of Ducks, Gordon Bombay being there, the return of the OGs, the humor remaining consistent, and revisiting the old training methods

What I hate: Gordon acting like he doesn't care about his former players and skipping Connie and Guy's wedding day, the Ducks becoming bullies that only care about winning, no Joshua Jackson, cutting Emilio Estevez out of season 2; the list goes on.So, I decided that I would make my own version of how I would've liked to see Game Changers.

Keep in mind, I never got to see Game Changers before it was removed from Disney Plus. I've only watched clips on YouTube and seen Wikipedia articles related to the show, so I'm basically going in blind. However, I've also read plenty of fanfiction featuring Logan LaRue and Charlie Conway. So, let me know if any of the kids' personalities don't match up. But I have a feel for who everyone is, like Maya and Lauren and Koob and Logan.

The plot goes as follows:

Twenty-five years after the events of D3, Charlie Conway is a widowed single father with two children named Teddi and Henry. Adam Banks is a public defender and married to Julie with two children. Connie and Guy are happily married as Connie revels in her career as a Minnesota state senator and they're parents to three children. After witnessing his daughter be verbally belittled by her new assistant hockey coaches, Rick Riley and Cole, Charlie, Alex Morrow, the Germaines, and the Bankses decide to make a change. With a bit of help from their former coaches Bombay and Orion, they form the next greatest team the Peewee Hockey League has ever seen.

If you want to see more, be sure to review and follow and favorite. This story will also be posted on Archive of Our Own under my account, which is the same user name as it is on here. This first chapter is really an experiment. I have an idea of how I want things to go. Of course, I'll include a nod to The Spirit of the Ducks episode and I will also include as many allusions to show as possible, like Bombay teaching Logan how to skate and the cell phones on the ice and some of the other things I've seen. My goal is to have it mirror the first Ducks movie as much as I can.

Also, made a mistake on my part not realizing the Mighty Ducks' practice space is the Hendrix Pavilion. I went in and edited that.

Chapter 1: Don't Bother

"Conway, Morrow, Germaine – go!" Assistant Coach Richard Riley snapped.

The three twelve-year-olds scrambled onto the ice, looking at each other nervously. Teddi Conway, who was eleven-going-on-twelve, bit her lip as she took center ice, with her two friends Evan Morrow and Gordy Germaine standing beside her as her wingers. Behind them stood their enforcers, Riley's son Dalton, and Dalton's fellow goon, Hunter Cole. Teddi's hands grew sweaty around the stick as she stared into the face of the opposing player, a Hawk. She felt the color drain from her cheeks, scared that she'd get sick right there as her stomach twisted in knots. In her peripheral vision, she saw her dad and English teacher give her the thumbs-up, along with her grandma, her little brother, Gordy's parents and younger siblings, Billy Banks' parents and little sister, and Evan's mom.

Sighing, she watched as the ref dropped the puck. But as soon as she thought she got hold of the puck, she fumbled with the stick as the Hawk elbowed her, hard, sending her crashing onto the ice. Evan, though, took control of the puck and began skating toward the blue line. She quickly rose to her feet and followed after him, albeit much more slowly and shakily than Evan.

Evan passed the puck to Gordy, who passed it back to him as Teddi neared the blue line, skating as hard as she could as Evan got the puck again. Looking up at the clock, she saw they were in the last twelve seconds, and when the puck got passed to her, she took the shot in the final five seconds, only for the puck to clang against the goalpost.

She heard the crowd booing and groaning, which prompted her to sink to her knees as Gordy and Evan skated up to her, offering her sympathetic looks as tears gathered in her eyes; she tried swallowing them back, though. Coach Riley, Coach Cole, and Coach T made it clear they didn't like crybabies on their team. And she wasn't going to be that.

Win.

Win.

Win.

Win.

That was all Coaches Riley and Cole drilled into her head from the start of the new season, when practices started up. Now, they had their first game, and of course, she screwed up. She never did well under pressure.

After Evan pulled her to her feet, though, she was soon sent crashing to the ice by Dalton, who slammed his hockey stick against her ankle. She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood.

"HEY! Dalton, what the hell was that?" demanded Gordy angrily.

"A lesson that you guys shouldn't be taking any shots!" sneered Dalton, skating off the ice and toward the bench.

Sighing, the two boys pulled Teddi to her feet and led her to the bench.

"Are you okay?" asked Evan, rubbing her shoulder.

"I'm all right," Teddi said, not convincingly, though, as they sat down, about to get an earful from the three coaches.

Up in the stands, Charlie Conway – sixth and seventh-grade English teacher and Teddi's father – sat with his mother, Casey, along with Evan's mom, Alex, Gordy's mom, Senator Connie Germaine, and her husband, Guy, and Billy Banks' parents, Adam Banks and his wife, Julie, who was balancing their four-year-old Violette on her hip. Having sat through the whole game in the seats of Hendrix Hockey Pavilion, the new home arena for the District Five Ducks team, he caught a glimpse of the owner and proprietor of the Ice Palace, Gordon Bombay, who stood in the shadows off in the corner of the room watching everything that unfolded. Gordon silently shook his head, and he shared a quiet look with Casey, who silently communicated back to him.

Groaning, he watched as the puck clanged against the goalpost. Looking out onto the ice, he saw his daughter's shoulders sink in defeat as he balanced his nine-year-old son, Henry, on his lap. He felt sick on her behalf as he watched her fall to the ice, looking so pitiful. He wanted nothing more than to race out there and help her up, though he was relieved Gordy and Evan had gone in to help her.

Still, he knew that feeling: the feeling that you were letting your whole team down because of a clumsy mistake.

"Dammit. That's just what I need. Teddi moping around the house all weekend," he said, sharing a look with Adam and Julie.

"It's not just on her, Conway," Adam said, shaking his head.

"You win as a team, you lose as a team," added Guy, who was holding his two-year-old daughter, Rose, while Connie had six-year-old Sam playing with a toy truck on her lap.

"Someone could've said that to Riley," Charlie growled as he overheard the coaches starting to yell at the kids, particularly Gordy, Evan, and Teddi, who looked afraid and ashamed. But when he heard Coach Riley talking about benching his kid, he shared a hard look with Guy, Connie, and Alex, who nodded in his direction.

"Mom," Charlie said, passing his son over to Casey, "can you watch him for a moment? There's something I need to do."

"Charlie, don't lose your temper and get them into more trouble, please," Casey pleaded.

"Oh, that'll be the least of their worries," Charlie said icily as he began climbing down the stands while Connie plopped Sam in her seat, ensuring he sat right next to his father. Alex, too, followed suit, making their way down to where the team sat as fast as they could. But as he did so, he caught a glimpse of someone else standing in the corner, the tall, blond form of his former high school hockey coach.

"Coach Orion?" he whispered.

"I don't think we need to talk about what happened out there," Coach Riley said, glaring at the three of them hotly. "You three, however, we're benching you. You guys are going down to third line. Bhatt, you're starting next time."

"Yes, sir," said Sofi Hanson-Bhatt nervously. She shot a look with her winger, Billy Banks, whose blue eyes were wide.

"What?" yelled Gordy, his hazel eyes filled with indignity.

"Coach, we'll do better next time, I swear!" begged Teddi, her voice breaking as a single tear ran down her cheek.

"No, you won't!" snapped one of their teammates, Carson Wilder. "All three of you – either one of you guys would've missed that wide-open shot!"

"Face it. You three suck!" sneered another teammate, Avery Kilmer.

"Enough!" Sofi said. "You leave them alone, Kilmer!"

"I can't believe you're sticking with these three losers, Bhatt!" sneered Benny Ramirez.

"I don't care! I said that's enough!" Sofi insisted adamantly.

"Yeah! It could've happened to any one of us!" snapped Billy in agreement.

"It only happens when the three of them play," laughed Hunter.

"Yeah, they're just holding us back!" backed up Dalton.

"Benching them does nothing," added another player, Connor Wheaton.

"You should just not bother with them at all," piped up George Jacobs.

Coach Cole seemed to contemplate this momentarily. "Maybe you're right." A smirk played on his lips as he shared a look with Riley, who nodded, agreeing. "Either you three clean up your acts, or don't bother at all."

"Fine!" yelled Teddi finally through angry tears. She was about to leave the bench when she saw her dad, Mrs. Germaine, and Ms. Morrow storm forward, all three looking infuriated.

"Teddi, c'mon, sweetheart," Charlie said, "don't bother with them."

"I'm not surprised she's your kid, Conway," sneered Riley.

Charlie shook his head, putting his arm out protectively in front of Teddi as if to shield her from the danger that would come. His blue eyes narrowed dangerously as Mrs. Germaine and Ms. Morrow did the same with Evan and Gordy. "You haven't changed a bit, Riley," he said hotly. "I should've pulled Teddi off the team the minute I heard you and Cole would be assisting coaching! You may have gotten away with torturing me in high school, but I'm not gonna allow you to treat my kid the same way!"

"Then you should take some advice. Don't bother keeping your kid on the team, Conway. Because I won't have any losers cost us the championship!" snapped Coach T.

Charlie glared at him. "The championship isn't until March! It's just a game! Wins aren't gonna matter! These guys will have plenty of shots in life!"

"That's right!" Ms. Morrow added indignantly, leaning a hand on Evan's shoulder; Evan blushed deeply, embarrassed. Even Gordy was looking down in shame as Mrs. Germaine glowered at the coaches.

"C'mon, Teddi, we're going home," Charlie said heatedly, wrapping an arm around his daughter. "Get your stuff out of the locker room and meet me in the parking lot. We're going to Goldberg's for dinner."

"Even though we lost?" Teddi looked confused.

Charlie nodded gently. "Even if you guys lost. I'm proud of you. You played the hardest you could."

While waiting for their children to leave the locker room, Charlie, Alex, Connie, Guy, Adam, and Julie stood around the Hendrix parking lot, shaking their heads in exasperation over what they'd witnessed. Adam looked about ready to pull his son off the team altogether; his face was beat-red, and his blue eyes were hard and cold like ice. Connie fought from cursing under her breath, and Alex looked upset on Evan's behalf. Casey, who was holding Henry in a tight hug, looked just as upset.

Charlie still felt heated from his argument with the coaches. Seeing them put his daughter down and scream at her pissed him off to no end. As a single dad to Teddi and Henry, he did his best to stress to his son and daughter that having fun was the only thing that mattered with hockey. Even Adam was trying his best to be a better dad to Billy than his father Phillip had been to him, who'd pressured Adam so much with hockey that it caused his love for the sport to deteriorate, to where he now worked as a public defender; his father still expressed disdain that Adam had refused to go pro. The only former Ducks that had gone pro were Ken Wu, Russ Tyler, the Hall brothers, Luis Mendoza, and Dwayne Robertson, who were all retired from playing in the minors and were coaching NHL teams across the country.

It disgusted Charlie to see how much everything had changed, knowing the Ducks went from being the official hockey team of Eden Hall to being knocked down to a small-time district team all over again. To think everything could so quickly shift, that the game of hockey could be soured for his daughter because of her new coaches, this was the opposite of everything that he ever wanted for her. He remembered when he first registered her, how she loved to have fun, how her eyes would light up with enthusiasm to play. Now, whenever she came home from practice, she looked defeated. Even Adam, Julie, Guy, and Connie noticed it in their sons, too, how the other team members were starting to care more about winning.

"That was completely uncalled for," Connie said. "I can't believe Riley and Cole are even allowed to coach!"

"They have the prestige. And the Ducks are the best team in the youth hockey league," pointed out Alex.

"Like any of that matters," sneered Charlie. "Before we were the Ducks, we were called District Five – we had nothing when we started. We couldn't afford fancy equipment or rink time before Coach came along. The kids these days know nothing about what it means to be a Duck!"

"I'd second that, Charlie," came a voice behind them, and they turned to see Gordon, who watched them with a tight expression on his face.

"Gordon," whispered Charlie, walking over to the man who was his dad in all but blood and giving him a tight hug.

Gordon didn't hesitate to hug Charlie back, rubbing his hair before pulling back to look at him. "How's Teddi taking it?"

"Not good," Charlie said. "Ever since they got Coach T, who appointed Riley and Cole as assistant coaches, it's been all about winning. I wanted to pull her out the minute I learned about Riley and Cole; they shouldn't be allowed to coach. I can't believe the Ducks have turned into nothing but a bunch of cake-eaters!"

"They're worse than how the Hawks were under Reiley," Adam said, shaking his head as he rocked his four-year-old daughter in his arms, her blonde head resting on his shoulder.

"How bad was that?" Alex asked as Evan came out of the rink, looking defeated. He was closely followed by his best friend Nick, who'd been commentating on the game for his podcast.

"Let's just say the coach of the Hawks at the time decided to take me out by having his guys give me a concussion," Adam said heatedly. "Long story short, the Ducks won the championship because of Conway here making the penalty shot."

Charlie grinned blushingly as Teddi exited the building, with Gordy and Billy following closely behind her.

"Look, you guys tried your best; that's all I ask for," Charlie said, wrapping an arm around his daughter, whose face was wet with tears. "C'mon, I'll buy you dessert after dinner, okay?" He looked up at Gordon. "Are you coming?"

"Of course," Gordon said, offering Teddi a comforting smile as he took Casey's hand in his, and Casey looked torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to stay close to him. At least they could look at each other and they could talk; they were talking again, something that relieved Charlie as he and his mom led Teddi and Henry to the SUV.

33 Sports Pub was the quintessential hangout. If kids weren't going to Twin City Slice for pizza, they were at the local sports bar watching hockey games with their families. The proud proprietor and cook, Greg Goldberg, had the most kosher-friendly menu in Minneapolis, and his time with the Ducks was proudly displayed on the restaurant's walls.

Ducks pictures hung everywhere. His old jersey, #33, hung on the wall in a frame. And there were hockey sticks, Anaheim Ducks memorabilia, and Minnesota Wild collectibles on display. Even the team's photo with Wayne Gretzky was proudly hung on the wall.

As Charlie sat in one of the large, round booths with Casey, Gordon, Teddi, and Henry, he noted how Teddi hardly touched her food. Typically, Goldberg's loaded turkey bacon-wrapped beef hot dogs with cheese, chili, mustard, and onions were her favorite thing on the planet, but Teddi was barely taking a bite.

"Teddi, are you okay? You've hardly eaten anything," Gordon said in between his conversation with Adam and Julie, who were sat at a table across the way from them with their children.

"I'm not hungry," Teddi said moodily.

Charlie sighed. Teddi had inherited all of his stubbornness. He couldn't make her do anything. By the time Goldberg – who was far less fat than he was as a kid and had lost a significant amount of weight – came over with a plate that had a slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and homemade caramel, he noticed Teddi's lack of appetite.

"How about I package your food for to-go?" Goldberg offered.

Charlie nodded. "I'm sorry, Goldie. She's been down since the game."

Goldberg offered a kind smile in Teddi's direction. "If it helps, I know how you feel. Don't be so hard on yourself. Show yourself some kindness once in a while."

Teddi managed a grin despite her bad mood. Goldberg and Averman were her two favorite "uncles," even though her godparents were Adam and Julie. Somehow, Goldberg and Averman had a way of making her smile no matter what. Her smile stayed on her face even as Goldberg collected their plates and went to package their food. But as Charlie was about to get ready to pull his credit card out, Gordon stopped him with a shake of his head.

"I'm paying tonight, Charlie," he said firmly.

"Coach, no, you shouldn't," Charlie said.

"And I will," Bombay said sternly as the door to the restaurant opened, and they caught sight of Orion walking in. Goldberg, who hadn't lost much of his clumsiness, nearly missed the counter when putting Teddi's food there as he grinned widely and yelled, "Hey, it's Coach Orion!" He was so excited that he passed gas.

"GOLDBERG!" everyone yelled in complaint as Charlie rose from his seat, moving around his daughter before grabbing her hand.

"C'mon, I've got someone I want you kids to meet," he told Henry and Teddi excitedly, leading them to the front of the restaurant where Goldberg had already tackled Orion in a fierce hug, and Orion laughed one of his rare laughs as he patted Goldberg on the back.

"What happened to you, man?" Orion asked, grinning.

"It was between being in the hospital with chest pains and high cholesterol or getting healthy," Goldberg shrugged.

Orion clapped him on the shoulder as Adam and Julie hugged their former JV coach, and Charlie was the last one to make it, along with Gordon. Gordon smiled widely at Orion while Charlie hugged the former Eden Hall coach, who affectionately patted him on the back.

"Hey, Conway," he said. "All you guys are looking good." He turned to the kids. "And who do we have here?"

"This is my family; these are my kids," Charlie explained. "Teddi, Henry, meet Theodore Orion. He coached the Ducks when we were in high school. If you want notes, take them from him. Unlike Riley and Cole, this guy actually knows what he's talking about."

"Teddi?" Orion's eyebrows shot upward as he looked at Teddi.

"Her real name's Theodora. Though don't call her that. She'd kick your ass," Henry explained.

"Language!" Charlie admonished lightly, knocking his son on the side of the head. Orion, however, chuckled lightly, a slight blush appearing across his face at hearing his namesake.

"Where's Cheryl?" Orion asked, referring to Charlie's wife.

"She um . . ." Charlie swallowed around the tightness that suddenly formed in his throat. "She passed away last year. Car accident."

Orion's smile melted. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Charlie nodded. Adam, quick to change the subject, said, "These are our kids, Billy and Violette."

Violette waved at Orion shyly while Billy grinned widely. Violette had gotten Julie's looks but Adam's personality, while Billy had inherited all of Adam's looks but Julie's determination and fierceness.

"I saw you at the game," Charlie said.

"And I saw everything that happened," Orion said, pulling out a chair at the bar and sitting down.

"Yeah, that was embarrassing," Teddi said, staring down at her shoes as Charlie rubbed her back.

"How the hell did Riley and Cole become assistant coaches anyway?" Orion looked incredulous just saying that.

"God only knows," Adam said bitterly. "You could hear them screaming clear from the stands."

"They're idiots," Julie added in sad agreement.

"They were really unfair to you and your friends, Teddi," Orion said sympathetically. "I'm sorry that happened. It was wrong of Riley and Cole to talk to you guys like that."

"But it was our fault. We're the biggest screw-ups on the whole team," Teddi said dejectedly.

"No, you're not," Charlie said sternly. "You just need to practice more. You'll get it. You just don't do well under pressure."

"They call me Spazzway for a reason, Dad." Teddi's eyes filled, and Charlie shook his head at that.

"How the hell did Riley and Cole find out about that nickname?" Adam asked.

"You guys still called me that at Eden Hall when we were in school," Charlie said. "The difference being: you guys are my friends. You guys say it as a joke. Her teammates say it to embarrass her, Gordy, and Evan every chance they get."

"I just wanna play," Teddi said dejectedly. "I won't be able to if I'm benched."

"I should've pulled you out the minute Riley and Cole started coaching," Charlie sighed.

"But the Ducks are the best team in the league, Dad. And there's nothing else for our district. I have nowhere else to go until high school. And public schools have their teams separated by gender. There are no girl's hockey teams at school."

"Which is beyond sexist, by the way," said Julie, shaking her head.

"We could always have Alex and Uncle Adam sue them to let you play with the boys. Maybe we can use someone that'll help break gender norms around here," Charlie suggested, shrugging.

Teddi rolled her eyes. "Very funny, Dad."

"It's worked well with girls wanting to be on the boy's wrestling teams," shrugged Julie. "Aunt Connie and I played with boys at Eden Hall."

"But it won't here, Aunt Julie," Teddi said, shaking her head. "Besides, Eden Hall may allow girls to play with boys, but we can't afford it. Unless I get accepted on scholarship. Which won't happen. You saw what happened out there today. No private school will ever accept me."

"Then we'll come up with something else," proposed Casey.

"Why? According to Riley, I just shouldn't bother."

"If they don't wanna bother with you, then that's their loss," Gordon said. "Because hockey shouldn't be about just winning. It should be fun." He turned to Charlie. "Let's say we round up the original Ducks and meet at the park tomorrow morning for some school-yard hockey. Have Alex, Guy, and Connie bring the other kids. We'll show them how it's supposed to be done."

Charlie grinned at that. "Just give me the duck call, old man."

"Old man?" Gordon asked.

"Aren't you like, what? Almost sixty now?"

"You'll get there, Conway. One day. And suddenly, you won't be laughing."

"At least unlike you, I'm not short," Charlie shot back.

Gordon playfully glared at him and had Charlie pinned to the countertop for that comment, though his grip on Charlie's wrists was gentle. "Take that back!"

"Glad to see you haven't lost your charming personality, Conway," Orion said, shaking his head.